Chapter 8

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Hudson stopped the car at a gas station to change.

I strolled around the candy section to get some chocolate.

Hudson came back wearing a blue t-shirt with v-neck and a normal pair of jeans. He grabbed himself two boxes of jelly beans, a box of twinkies, two bags of skittles and a box of Reese's sticks.

My eyes widen when I saw the amount of sweets he just carelessly threw in the shopping basket.

"What? So I can't have a sweet tooth but you can?" He raised his eyebrows reproachfully.

I immediately shook my head and threw my chocolate bar in the basket.

"No, it's just that you don't look like someone who eats candy- or unhealthy in general" I replied.

He can't be serious. His body is consists only muscle and he is trying to tell me that he wants to eat all of that? Impossible.

Hudson chuckled and made his way to the cash register. He payed and then we were on the road again.

Driving the entire day sucks. My back hurt and I was bored. Hudson only talked to me when necessary.

So far I found out that he's 23 years old, works for something called the NSJP -but he refused telling me what the letters stand for or what they do- and that Hudson van Dijk is actually not his real name. But of course, that's something he wouldn't tell me either.

I purposely started to annoy him because I hoped he would loose it and finally tell me his name. But that idiot unfortunately has an impressive self-control.

"Luke" I was the one who was losing control over my voice.

"No" he replied calmly.

It's just his name! Why can't he tell me? It's not like I was planning on telling the entire world.

"Are you sure?" I sighed. "In fact you look like a Luke."

He glimpsed over and replied annoyed "Still not Luke. How many times do you wanna ask the same question, Dora?"

I hated this nickname. Back in primary school boys and girls used to bully me and whenever I answered something wrong in class they would all be yelling stuff like "Are you blind, Dora? The answer is right there!"

Once a girl even went so far to cut a strand of my hair off so it had the length of Dora's hair. She never took responsibility for it.

"Stop calling me that" I hissed. He really managed to make my mood drop from one second to the other.

Over the years I learned to ignore those comments but when said that it somehow drove me crazy.

"Sorry" he mumbled desultory.

And again the both of us drove in silence until he broke it.

"Why did you steal my car earlier?"

I was surprised that it was him who started a conversation so I needed a few seconds to reply.

"Well, I had just found out that my whole life has been a lie and then they even refused to tell me the whole truth" I explained.

"And then they decided that some stranger is taking care of me as if I'm still a baby. On top of that they do not respect my decision and they sent me away earlier."

He nodded and I thought he might even understood what I was talking about but the only thing he said was "So that's all I am to you. A stranger?"

What else should he be to me? I don't know him well enough to be friends with him and that is definitely not my fault!

"Ah, what would you like to be to me?" I asked nervously.

But why was I so nervous for his answer?

"What would you like me to be to you?" He didn't detach his look of the street.

He can't be serious! Answering my questions with other questions is not fair!

I turned to the window and ignored his question. Partly because I wanted to piss him of but mostly because I didn't know the answer.

He didn't bother asking again and I cannot explain it but I was somehow sad about it.

Around 10 pm we arrived in Rock Springs. Hudson parked the car in front of a small yellow house.

"I know the people who life here" he explained as we got out.

I grabbed my bag and followed him. He rang the door and a beautiful young woman opened it.

She had long blonde curls and green eyes. Her skin was tanned and she wore a blue dress which defined her body perfectly.

Her eyes widened as she saw him.

"Agent 27- ah, I mean Hudson! What are you doing here?" She had a beautiful soft voice.

Damn that woman is beautiful!

"Always great to see you again, Agent 34."

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